Bambii's New World Part 2

He looked at me and smiled.

"Suck cock the best you can. Get fucked and enjoy it. Be the cum slut you've been created to be. Soon, you'll forget about when life expectance of a prostitute. This is your life path. Accept it and be the best at it and it's your best chance at survival. If you fight it, my guess is you won't live a year."

He made sense. I had no where to run. Not that I could run with these tits.

I got dressed and touched up my makeup. I was hot, I have to admit. He handed me a purse and I looked inside. Tissues. Makeup. Three packs of cigarettes. A new ID card for me. No money. No condoms. Nothing else.

He handed me a card with an address to a motel.

"James is expecting you," he said. "It's about 15-20 blocks away. You'll have to walk."

I had to walk 15-20 blocks in 6-inch stiletto heels? This wasn't going to be fun. My skirt barely covered my ass. My shirt came just below my tits, so all my new tattoos were showing.

The doctor showed me the door and swatted my ass as I walked out on the street. The night was starting to set in. I stood there for a minute in the brisk air as my nipples became hard and huge. I lit another cigarette and slowly started to walk in the direction I thought was the motel.

After about two walks, I stopped to put out my cigarette and stood to rest.

"Damn, these heels are killing me," I thought to myself.

I reached into my purse and pulled out another cigarette and lit it. After getting about halfway through, I bent over and rubbed my ankles a little as I prepared to start walking again.

Just then, three black guys came from the shadows of an alley. They surrounded me and I was quite nervous.

"Hey mama... man, you are one fine piece of white meat," one guy said as he came forward and put his hands on me. "What's a man gotta do to get some of you?"

I backed up a little and there was a second guy rubbing the front of his pants on my ass.